For the last few weeks I have been staying with Darlene and Steve in Redmond, Washington, chilling out. I lay down all my responsibilities and give myself the luxury of time to think. It is a gift offered to me by my lovely family who will manage very well without me, and the Pollards who welcome me as part of their newly-enlarged clan.
I lie on a hammock in the shade under a tree full of tiny birds, next to a stream in a ravine, and I pull myself fully into the presence of God. I am, in my imagination, the noise of the stream, the flight of the tiny birds, the swaying branches of the towering conifers, and I am overwhelmed with joy.
This is the prayer of the mystics, inhabiting the space between now and eternity, where I explore the mind of God and shelter in his love.
It is bliss to soar with the eagle drifting upwards in the thermals above Lake Sammamish, and simultaneously float from lily to lily with a swallowtail butterfly busily testing the air for a food plant for it’s young and a welcoming flower to refuel before vanishing from sight.
When I return to England, I will take this moment with me, living the joy of being fully present to the Presence, that is a Holy Communion for everyone.
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